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The Lord saw you growing tired Dad, Our miracle was not meant to be, So he wrapped you gently in his arms, And whispered ' My child come to Me' With tear filled eyes I watched you, And saw you fade away, Although I tried to hold you here, I could not make you stay, A loving heart stopped beating, Hard working hands now rest, It broke my heart to let you go, But God only takes the best.....
Written By: Theresa Hicks.. August 31,2002 |
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